Outlaws

Through distant nights, slogging through molasses,
they planned hate in the dark, stumbling, shoving,
blinder than blind, still seeking soothe of darkness,
thinking to find advantage in cover from light. +

Too late even at beginning,
they knew, sequestered, lost,
still subjugating thoughtless insects
caught in amber of perception.

All within unknown, unseen, beyond horizon,
horizon of awareness, consciousness unknown,
dead dormant, ill of knowledge, dank of wisdom,
swept up in their murderous passing, unseen,

missed of none, while Lain watched blurred lines fade.

--RK, 9:11pm, 3/23/2014 (edited 11:49pm, 3/26/2014)

      Inspired by Serial Experiments Lain’s
        series end theme song lyrics: +

“I thought I was innocent,
but I’m being punished.
I didn’t start this, but
I have to finish it somehow.

I can’t say I didn’t know about it,
but I don’t remember taking part in it.
I get the feeling my freedom cost me dearly,
but I don’t remember selling my soul cheaply.

Hey, hey! - Until I die and say goodbye…
Hey, hey! - …no one will ever catch me.
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You probably don’t know the eternal outlaws…
…who wander the distant night.” (sic)

Profundity Unsquared

     Inspired by Serial Experiments Lain +

I'm not sure what you’re going to do now, not with this,
but it’s all yours. - You want to be entertained?
Well, you have it now, and more, much more, to your surprise,
and perhaps even chagrin, my knowing you expected otherwise, eh?

Click on the plus sign. -->  +

--RK, 11:24pm, 3/22/2014

You don't want dead serious...

     [Inspired by “The Day After”+ (1983)]

I know… and I’ve known for a very long time.
But you’ve got it now, like it or not. I’m so sorry.
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Here we go. - Silos empty while wide-spread panic ensues.
Launch plumes signal megadeath far beyond Hiroshima, Nagasaki.

Now what do you do? - Enthrall of entertainment’s throttle dead.
We know what’s next. - You switch channels one more time,
nothing, while missles fly crossing paths beyond destruction.
It’s too late, but you refuse alerts’ cries.

Watch now, while sky brightens far beyond Sol’s brilliance…

--RK, 10:32pm, 3/17/2014